Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
X-102,
This Heat,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.